 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Even though there weren't any magical portraits in his home, Gunnar was fairly accustomed to them. He had seen them before coming to Hogwarts and now that he was here, they seemed to be everywhere. It just probably wouldn't be his first thought when he heard voices. But when the girl mentioned the portraits speaking, he shifted his attention to the ones on the wall. Oh. They were really dusty. No wonder he hadn't immediately noticed anyone in them talking.
"It is really dusty," he said, as he watched her use a cleaning spell to get rid of the grime. He certainly didn't know that one yet, but hopefully he'd learn it soon. Or maybe she could help him with it. He watched her carefully so he could try it himself. "That's better," he said with a little smile as the portrait's inhabitants came better into view. "Are you ladies always so dusty?" he asked as the one introduced them all. "And my name's Gunnar."
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |